Nameless one

Spirit withheld by pride

to please others, to represent

allegorically lost, commited regicide

Despair at my forgotten descent.


A crashing fall did cement my infamy

the fleeting message warped and twisted

Best intentions presented to humanity

Interpreted as soil and minds blighted


For a time I rose into fashion

Frowned upon, stigmatised by the masses

a child’s plaything, a cry of passion

My true image lost to all but few classes


Let it be known that still my virtue

runs strong and I remain humble

In a changing world I stand as a statue

awaiting a soul in which to gamble.



(Continued from

After class I was cleaning up the desks around the room. The children certainly know how to mess up the room. Pens and papers littered the floors, especially around Nirvana’s desk, which presents a mess as an artform. It may of been my distraction that allowed me to fail to sense the presence of two suited persons awaiting my attention by the door.

They were sporting “wellness squad badges” and their facial expressions beamed positivity enough to intoxicate.

Startled, I switched my attention over to them.

“Greetings and salutations officers! What an amazing day it is to be alive!”

“Greetings citizen. You were filmed teaching children about the concept of death. Lessons about history and mortality breeds negativity. Please explain your actions”

“Knowing how bad things were in the past, and how humanity has progressed will grant a higher level of appreciate for the beauty of life”

“Deviation from the core values of optimism, wellness and smiles is in direct violation of your position and a negative thing to do. Consider this a warning. Have an amazing day!”

“Always! Appreciate the message. May your day be wonderous!”

At that, they both spun on their heels, and quickly strode from the room.

It wasnt always like this, harbouring the only real thoughts in your head and projecting this fake persona to the world. It was only the last 300 years or so that optimism was passed into law. Being careful how you speak and your facial expressions is important and slipping up can lead to dire circumstances.

This is certainly more apparent to be seen working for the department of knowledge. A fanciful name at best, what is taught here is indoctrination. There is some leeway here and at least I get to influence the next generation, small though it may be. My quality of life is also significantly better then your average worker, let alone the poor sods living below the city.


As the train stops

Entering, the peoples view

A man talks to his hand

Where has my people gone?


Crammed to the walls

Like corn in a tin

Blurred faces ilegibly pass me by

my neighbour a stranger


Who am I to be just one

In the endless sea of the mass

transit system, caught in passing

an unidentifiable name amongst it all.


We traverse the lonely distance

to be as glue to hold the world

Though the cost is the self

The children will applaud the cosmos.

Forced perspective

You may of noticed in recent posts the influence of very existentialist ideas(and off branch/similar schools of thought).

There is a reason for this.

I could feign ignorance or save face by suggesting it was centred around a deeper search for meaning, that it arose from an urge to explore my place in the world.

It was not this.

At the start of march I wrote down a list of 6 schools of thought, that I would adhere to as closely as I could over the month. These were

1. Scientific focus

2. Religious zealot

3. Existential philosopher

4. Emotional intellectual

5. Grammarian

6. Dice advocator

And i forced my perspective into that frame this month. Its been interesting.

Would you like to suggest some frames of mind to explore for next month? I will be rolling on it soon 🙂

Til next time, find happiness in this vast cosmos we are in.



In my hunger

I willfully scorn

meager offerings given

absurdity is born.


In my vision

I knowingly seek

purpose in infinity

the outcome, bleak.


In my ego

I blatantly inspect

reality against wisdom

information to collect.


In my universe

I confront vastness

being but finite

laughing in distress.

On identity

Evening all.

For this evening rant, I have decided to discuss ones “identity”. This is closely related to self-labeling or self-descriptive.

I have quite conflicted opinions about labels. Intellectually, I understand that human beings cannot understand something (concept, color, animal, self etc) without understanding what that something is not. For example, I am human because I am not a horse, or the grass is green and by implication it is not red/blue/black etc

So the tenancy to self-label or label others is an intellectual process to determine that because x is x, and i am not x then i must be y is one that makes sense.


Morally, ethically, emotionally (etc) I find labels to be very ineffective in what they are for. If one self-labels then in doing so you are immediately trying to separate yourself from others by giving yourself a label, which places you in a separate quadrant to those who do not label themselves in the same way. However, labels that describe physical traits are considered racist, labels that describe sexual traits are sexist, self-labels that describe characteristics are empowering etc. These all act to separate, create hate, create negativity or differences between two humans.

That is just it though. We are all human. Made up of billions of cells that die, are reborn, create and shape our bodies based off of DNA and RNA. We are all alive (until we are not) even though our cells are made up of dead things.

No matter how we self-label we are all human. The majority of people seek to remove hate against groups, hate against religions and so forth. If we didn’t label these things, and simply call ourselves human, I’m quite sure things would be better off.

Finally, no matter what the label is, its usage can always offend someone. Words have different meanings based on context and who is communicated it (and to). I had to describe an incident today (a theft in the shop) and was asked to describe the person who committed the crime. Among some other descriptive words I mentioned the guy was caucasian. The police person on the phone corrected me (somewhat abruptly, maybe harshly but that’s neither here or there) to fair-skinned. I wasn’t aware (please correct me as necessary) that calling someone caucasian was a discriminatory act. (if anything, upon further research it may be a confusing term, as colloquially it describes those of fair European descent, but in actuality it can refer to those ranging from white to dark brown skin tones but of a certain skeletal type…the more you know!)

Either way, rant is done, peace and all that


A structualist

Who am I to judge

your presence of mind

to, if at least playfully nudge

my identity, without which i am blind.


Alas, in truth this was not how I wished

to express myself in a stringent manner

If I could dance, sing or paint I’d be so blessed

My prose must suffice, its voice a clamour.


Even though everything has already been written

different interpretations of the same still exist

the self already has been smitten

and in writing I may resist


The urge to stay true to form

the desire to adhere to function

stay with the crowd, provide the norm

Identical to others, I seek placation.



via Daily Prompt: Identical